Saturday, November 17, 2012

Deep thoughts...

I was thinking about my latest and
greatest deep thoughts and there were many mind numbing, soul searching considerations
that I now will reflect on…

For absolutely no reason; other than
hearing myself talk “outloud”.

I am beyond help, addicted to hummus
and Fritos.Yes, classy meets
redneck.Garlic, spicy, roasted red
pepper hummus. All of it. I can’t get enough.And Fritos being gluten free are an obvious
choice to add a little giddy to my day…and breakfast…and supper… and and…

I’ll search for support groups later
this evening.

Since we’re talking about things I
can’t get enough of here’s another.

I love watching my Po assassinate
those freaky lil

Promethean
knights on Halo 4.Truth be told when I take the dogs out at
night I always make sure to watch the woods so they don’t come out and surprise
me.Truth is that’s a lie, I watch for

lambent berserkers from Gears 3.I fear them more.

And more importantly, I’m certain
they’re out there.

I also love watching Lil Man break
dance on my hardwood floors in my bedroom.It never gets old and he just keeps getting better.Then after flipping around my bed a few times
he sits down and realizes there’s a game afoot.He asks Po what game he’s playing then…the dancing starts again {as he
periodically stops to eat my Fritos and hummus} then more dancing.Love.

I also love closing the bag when his
back his turned.He comes over, stops
short and just hovers over the bag of corn chips.Then he looks at me, gives a charming smile,
grabs the bag and lays his head on my shoulder as he shovels more in his mouth
telling me his deep thoughts.{They’re
kind of like my deep thoughts.}Hang on…
Oh he just told me it would be awesome if he could type in alien.I think I have to agree with him.

I’ll be buying more Fritos in the
morning.

He just said, “P.S. Mama will you buy
me more Fritos in the morning also.”

I forget my children know how to read
sometimes.Never should have taught
them.Dang that hindsight…

And since you brought up things I can’t
get enough of {Huh?You didn’t?)I love coke with extra ice.I’m that irritating lady in the drive through
that will give you the drink back to add more ice.I can’t drink it if I don’t have enough ice,
my tummy will hurt a quarter way through the drink.I’m certain it’s a medical condition.

I also can’t get enough of my pidglets,
even when I tell them to give me a break.They know I’m lying.Or at least
that’s how they act because they don’t leave me alone…ever.I’m lucky, even when they make my ears bleed.They still make my heart warm and all hearts
and flowers-ish.

On that note, I’m off to finish cleaning
my room.The irony in that statement is
I can get enough of that.If I would stop messing it up I wouldn’t be
complaining now would I?I like
complaining, trick, I’m just trying to extend this post so I don’t have to
clean my room.